This story happens after the TOG series is over.

Hello, my name is Evalin, and this is the story of how I died.

I came into the world during a war. Between a powerful man, and an even more powerful woman. My father, the brave warrior he is, went into battle while my mother was pregnant. She didn't wish for him to go, but he did. His queen asked him too. My father is Rowan Whitehorn. When my father came back from the battle he was fighting, my mother had delivered me and was perfectly healthy, of course my father was upset to find out his queen had asked him to fight when he had a child coming. She waved him off.

The next few years were easy for me; I grew up in a castle, with my father and mother. Growing up in a castle was nice, I had wonderful teachers, wonderful food in my belly, and wonderful balls to attend, when I reached the age of sixteen my father asked the queen to throw a ball in my honor, she refused of course, but he convinced her.

I wore a nice blue dress that almost matched my eyes, blue and rings of green from my father's side. My white hair glistened as my mother brushed it. She curled it and swept my hair over one shoulder. "You know I met your father in a most unexpected way." My mother said, more to herself than me. "Oh? Can you tell me? I have been dying to know!" I said and whirled to stare at my beautiful mother. "Not yet sweetheart. Soon, but not yet." and that was the end of that.

At the ball, I walked down the grand staircase, every eyes in the room glared at me. I fought the urge to fiddle with my dress. My fangs bit into the soft tissue on the inside of my lip. The queen nodded her head at me from the throne. I curtsied to her and walked over to my father, who watched me intently. "My beautiful daughter." He kissed my cheek. "May I have this dance?" he extended his arm and led me to the center of the room. As the music played I was swept into a waltz that my father led. He didn't stop smiling at me. I took after him a lot